The Mirror

Handheld MirrorThe face in the mirror was not entirely my own. Its shape and features were familiar, yet it was not in the same state as the night before. I studied my face and searched intently for the differences. My eyes, the only alteration, had lost the life that defined them.

The reflection of my face vanished from the mirror. My visage did not reappear as my physical features but as the embodiment of my inner demons. Savage beasts roamed on the glassy surface. Each creature had been christened with a hellish burn that marked its merciless nature. Vanity, Depression, Fear, Hopelessness, Abuse, Worthlessness, Hate, and Doubt reigned over me.

The creatures fought against the mirror that contained them. I trembled as their claws scratched the fragile barrier. With each vicious swipe, a searing cut was carved into my heart. Spidery cracks fractured and shattered the glass. The force of the mirror’s destruction tossed me to the ground. The leviathans escaped and turned into monsters whose forms were in proportion to the terror they imposed.

Unleashed, the creatures roamed freely and imprisoned me. No movement or thought wholly belonged to me. I wrestled with the hellions as I prepared for my day. But for each of my tasks, there was a behemoth to dictate my actions. If a creature devoted to leading me astray did not exist, one would appear and establish its dominion.

During a momentary reprieve, I began to repair the mirror. Each fragment tore at my hands, but I continued to place the shards in the frame. I positioned the last slice and prayed that the demons would return to their captive state.

Suddenly, the brutes shrieked, growled, and groaned. As each demon reappeared in the mirror, I experienced a pain tenfold worse than when they escaped. Being by being, they tumultuously returned. The agony that accompanied the demons was in proportion to their size and grasp upon my heart. I could not bear the pain from Doubt, the largest of the beasts, returning to captivity.

My knees buckled, and I awoke, drenched in sweat. I cowered as I hesitantly hobbled to my vanity and peered into that dreaded mirror. My countenance had returned to normal, save for my eyes. The life had abandoned them.

Would I be able to contain my demons or would their terrorization become evident to those I loved? I resolved to tame the beasts within to delay my tribulation.

I proceeded to my door and allowed one last glance at the mirror. Doubt haughtily danced within the windows to my soul. As I shuffled into the kitchen, I wondered if anyone would be able to see what was restrained just beyond the surface.

I maintained my outward appearance so that my inward being could be concealed. I prayed nightly that no one would discover the reflection I saw in the mirror. I feared for love as if the only love available to me was conditional.

Every mirror I looked into reflected a broken and shattered girl. The leviathans of my nightmares did not reveal themselves in material form; they overcame me, and I became them. Soon the mirror only reminded me of the true self that I had prevented others from catching even the slightest glance of.

Mirror Photograph